A/N: I saw the 100-challenge on devart and thought it would be fun to write drabbles for them! Hence this collection. Enjoy! D
Disclaimer: Own Naruto, the 100-challenge, or devart, I do not.
#1-10
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#1: Introduction
Word Count 277
Shikaku, a tall, scarred, dark-haired man, grinned as he walked into the Yamanaka household, holding his three-year-old son, Shikamaru, by the hand.
"Inochi! You old dog! Where are you?" He called out, looking around the foyer.
"Shikaku!" Inochi, a blonde man about Shikaku's height, burst from a room off to the side of that hall, holding a girl about Shikamaru's age on his shoulders. Shikaku beamed and greeted his friend before letting go of his son's sticky hand.
"Shikamaru, this is Daddy's old friend Inochi. And that's Inochi's daughter, Ino. She's your age. You two are going to be such good friends!" Shikaku explained to his son while Inochi lifted his young daughter off his shoulders and placed her on the floor.
"But, Daddy!" Shikamaru protested. "Ino's a girl. Girls have cooties."
Shikaku sighed. "Suck it up and be a man, son. Face the cooties," He said, clapping his son on the shoulder before heading off to the side with Inochi, laughing. Ino walked over and placed her small, kidish hands on her hips.
"So. Let's play house!" Ino chirped. Shikamaru groaned.
"Do I have to?"
"Yup! I'll be the mommy and you be the daddy," Ino instructed him. Shikamaru whined. Ino furrowed her brows and grabbed his arm. "C'mon. Fluffy and Neko can be the babies!" She said, pulling him to her playroom.
Leaning against the wall, Shikaku and Inochi laughed. "Reminds me of my wife when we were kids," Shikaku told his friend. Inochi nodded.
When it was time for Shikamaru and Shikaku to leave, Ino stood on the porch waving at Shikamaru's back long after the father and son had passed out of sight.
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#2: Love
Word Count131
Kurenai got her first taste of love at the age of 12. At first, she had thought it was just a childhood crush, like the ones all her friends had, but it was different then that.
None of her friends could get past the fact that Asuma smoked already. They saw their crush's flaws and left them, but Kurenai embraced his flaws and liked him more.
None of her friends dreamed about forever. Maybe Kurenai had just been naïve for 12, but she always, always wanted forever from Asuma.
Her friends needed their respective crush's gaze, but Kurenai was perfectly content just watching Asuma through dark red eyes.
Kurenai loved him at the age of 12, and would love him until the day she died, she thought. And she thought right.
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#3: Light
Word Count241
"Tenten? You are okay?" The girl sat up, rubbing the back of her head. She'd hit her head during practice and been knocked out cold. And standing over her, with one hand out to help her up was none other than Rock Lee, her teammate, occasional punching bag, and almost-friend. Tenten groaned.
"I'm fine, Lee!" Tenten snapped. I don't need help, she thought bitterly as she struggled to her feet, wobbling a bit.
"Are you sure?" This voice belonged to Neji, her heartthrob, her crush, her dream boy. He stood to her other side. Tenten blushed a little.
"Well, actually..." She started. Neji grabbed her arm to steady her.
"Here, let me help," He said. Tenten smiled, and continued to do so as he helped her down the rough path from the training grounds, until her dark eyes fell upon a brooding Rock Lee who watched her with hurt eyes. Tenten felt bad.
He only wanted to help, she reprimanded herself. He's not too bad. Maybe I just need to see him in a different light.
"Hey, Lee!" She called back to the sulking oddball. "Can you help, too?" Lee perked up and raced forward to join his team, taking Tenten's other arm.
"Certainly, Tenten!" He said brightly as they walked out from beneath the cover of the trees. A ray of sunlight lit up Lee's face, and Tenten felt herself smile. Or maybe, she thought, this light could work too.
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#4: Dark
Word Count355
"It's so dark out!" Sakura exclaimed, shrinking away from the window. She was 7, still an academy student, and Iruka-sensei had held her after class to ask her that ended up having a very long explanation.
"It's not too bad." Sakura felt herself turn red as she recognized the voice that spoke from Iruka-sensei's doorway. Leaning against the doorframe was Sasuke, her one love, her main man, her Sasuke.
"You don't think it's scary?" She asked nervously. Iruka came up behind her.
"Need me to walk either of you home?" Iruka asked kindly, looking between his two students. Sasuke shook his head.
"No thanks, Iruka-sensei," He said calmly.
"I'll be fine, Iruka-sensei," Sakura heard herself say, not wanting to look cowardly in front of Sasuke. Nodding cheerfully, Iruka went to his desk as the two left the Academy's grounds and headed off.
Sakura looked around fearfully. She was afraid of the dark! Why hadn't she asked Iruka-sensei to walk her home!
"You okay?"
Sakura shrieked and flung around, a practice-kunai in her hand. Sasuke glared at her from a few feet back as she felt her face turn red. She quickly returned the fake knife to it's holster. "Oh! Sasuke-kun! I thought you were..." A monster, she wanted to add, but she didn't want to seem like a sissy.
"You're scared of the dark aren't you?"
"Am not!" She said defiantly. He shrugged.
"Whatever," He said, and began to walk towards the Uchiha estate, leaving Sakura alone in the dark. Looking nervously at the menacing shadows that threatened to engulf her, Sakura let out another shriek and ran after Sasuke.
"Sasuke?" She yelled, grabbing his arm when she caught up to him. "I'm scared. Can you walk me home?"
The boy looked down at her with a closed face. "Okay."
Together, the two walked to Sakura's house, Sakura clinging to his arm like a lost dog the whole time. When they reached her doorstep, Sakura beamed at him and raced in the door. "Thank you, Sasuke-kun!" She said brightly. He nodded curtly and headed off towards home.
Sakura was never afraid of the dark again.
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#5: Seeking Solace
Word Count302
Hinata sniffed, rubbing her eyes wildly with the back of her hands as she walked blindly down the streets of Leaf, the morning workers calling cheerful heralds the Hyuuga heir as she passed their stalls. Purposefully, she strode up to the door of one large estate off of a main street.
"Hinata?" Kiba stood in his yard, playing with Akamaru. "Are you crying?"
"K-Kiba? C-Can I talk to-to you?" She struggled to get the words past the lump in her throat. Kiba nodded and plopped himself down exactly where he stood, patting the grass beside him. "H-Here?" She asked as Akamaru danced at her heals.
"No different then any place else, is it?" Kiba asked, concerned. Hinata nodded and sat down carefully beside him.
"I-It's about Hanabi. S-She says D-Dad hates me and-and that I'm a terrible heir and that she hates me and wishes-wishes I was nev-never born," Hinata said, looking about ready to cry as she spoke of her little sister. "Sh-She says I'm a-a loser and a dropout an-and a s-sissy." Kiba frowned and put an arm around his teammate, rocking her like a baby.
"Your sister is a loser if she says that about her big sister," He crooned as Akamaru licked Hinata's tears off her face. She let out a giggle-sob as he did so. Kiba continued assuring her for a minute, and then Hinata stood.
"Thank, Kiba," She said, sniffing. "You were a big help." She then walked off, headed back to face her little sister. Kiba stood and waved at her back.
"Bark!" Akamaru woofed. Kiba grinned.
"Yeah, she is sorta pretty, isn't she? I'm glad she came to me for help, aren't you?"
"Bark! Bark!"
"I didn't say I liked her that way, stupid!" Kiba exclaimed, blushing, still happy that he could comfort Hinata.
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#6: Break Away
Word Count232
Ino only met Sasuke's eyes once. They were 11- still in the academy, and they'd been paired to spar. Ino had seized the opportunity to try to start an interesting conversation with him, but it hadn't worked very well.
"...And so I said, 'It was the butler!'" Ino cracked up, but Sasuke stared at her like she was crazy. Ino blushed and avoided his eyes.
"Do you want to spar or not?" He asked blankly, readying himself.
"Okay then, let's do this!" Ino blurted, getting ready to fight. And they fought. Not very well, being only 11, but Sasuke was amazing. As Ino ducked a blow from his fist, she looked up at him in admiration.
And then he had looked down.
Her bright eyes met his dark ones, and Ino couldn't look away. Everything was in those eyes- dark and light and happiness and sadness and determination. She stopped moving and just gazed into his eyes, their depth making her heart beat and her hands shake and her face turn red.
And then he swung at her, and she was forced to duck, and she never again looked into the eyes of Sasuke Uchiha, but she never forgot that day and everything she saw in his eyes, and her wishing that she never had to break away from those dark orbs that told the story of a genius and an avenger.
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#7: Heaven
Word Count169
When Tenten first saw Neji, everything had disappeared and all she could see was Neji, Neji, Neji. All the colors blended into a mass of nothingness, nothing but Neji, Neji, Neji. And she thought, in her small, 7-year-old head, This must be what Heaven is like.
And when Tenten was older and placed on the same team as Neji, she forgot everything and anything but Neji, Neji, Neji and that heavenly feeling when he looked at her.
And when Tenten was even older and cheering as Neji was made a jounin, she just laughed and laughed and just thought about Neji, Neji, Neji and that glow in his happy eyes, like he was free and drifting and heavenly like an angel or a sprit on the breeze.
And when Tenten grew even older, when she first held his hand, and she could see was Neji, Neji, Neji and she knew what heaven was like in his hand in hers and she knew she loved this heavenly Neji, Neji, Neji.
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#8: Innocence
Word Count163
Sakura convinced herself that she didn't love Rock Lee, but she couldn't tell herself she did not love when he handed her flowers and silly poems like a small boy in love. She could not convince herself she didn't like it when he smiled at her and promised her forever. She could not lie to herself enough to forget how much she liked it when he pledged his undying love for her in public like it was a given. She could not pretend she didn't love the way he said her name like it was the name of a heavenly being not of this world. The lies did not stretch to how much she liked the feeling of protection he gave her. She could not tell herself that she didn't love his innocence, his childish ways, his goofy hairstyle and winning grin, and she knew that she did love Rock Lee, because his innocence was just who he was and she loved that.
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#9: Drive
Word Count399
Iruka had a car. It was a beat-up old pick-up truck that got five miles to the gallon and had a mileage of over 1,000,000, but it had wheels and his salary really wouldn't allow him to buy a good car, so this piece of junk would have to do.
One day, Iruka was driving his clunker down the street, going home with a sofa in the back of the truck that had belong to an old friend who'd heard of Iruka's cash shortage and had given him his old couch for Iruka's new apartment. As he thought about his 'new' sofa and junky apartment , he realized that a woman was standing on the edge of the road, trying to thumb down cars. Iruka- being the good guy that he was- slowed to a stop beside the purple-haired woman, who grinned. Iruka realized with a sickening jolt that this was Anko. The woman had a famed bloodlust and an even more famous temper. Gulping, Iruka rolled down the car window and asked fearfully, "Need a ride?"
Anko grinned. Iruka thought for sure he saw fangs. "Thank God! I thought I was gonna have to walk!" She flung open the car door. "Headed into town?"
Iruka nodded nervously. She jumped into the passenger's seat, slamming the door behind her. Iruka put his foot on the gas and began to head to town as fast as his old car would go.
"What a junky car," Anko observed, poking at the fraying seats. Iruka blushed.
"It's the only one I can afford on a teacher's salary," He explained, taking a sharp turn that caused him to slam into the glass car window and Anko to fall on top of him. Blushing and hoping his nose wasn't bleeding, he helped her straighten up. She fixed her skirt. "You should buckle."
Anko laughed. "Bull. Like I buckle up. What, afraid you'll crash?" She asked flirtatiously. "Am I that distracting to you, Iruka?" Iruka thought about asking her why she knew his name, but she burst out. "Oh! Here's my stop!" And without Iruka even stopping the car, she opened the door and swung out. "Thanks, Iruka! You're a pretty cool guy!" Iruka heard her yell as he headed off. He blushed.
The next day, week, month, year, decade, Iruka found himself driving past that spot where he'd picked up Anko again and again.
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#10: Breathe Again
Word Count144
Hinata's breath caught in her throat everytime Naruto was in the room. She couldn't talk or think or breathe with him there, she just needed to see him like she needed to breathe. His blonde hair, his cheerful, goofy grin and bright eyes made her heart stop and made all words she wanted to say die on the way from her head to her mouth, never saying what she wanted to say to him. The intake of breath just felt so laborious because of his eyes and his hair and his smile and her wishing to run her hands through that hair and to feel those eyes upon her and to have that smile aimed at her.
But when he left the room, Hinata found that she could breathe again, and all she wanted was to stop, because that would mean he was there.
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A/N: Please review and tell me what you think! D
Preview: Next installment: Gray, Insanity, Misfortune, Rainbow, Memory, Questioning, Blood, Fortitude, Silence + Smile